“Really?” Carmelina intoned, trying not to let her surprise slip her up and either slosh her tea over her or else give something more personal away, but feeling a warmth come to her cheeks as if this charming stranger could possibly have unravelled the most pointed story on earth to accuse her with. That would bring this friendly acquaintanceship to a startlingly fast end! No, the wayward women must be a mere coincidence. Probably she was also reading too much into the thieves’ partnership. (After all, she would.)
No, she would definitely have been just as foolhardy as he, especially if the person holding her at knifepoint turned out to be a daring, probably dashing, cross-dressing bandit. For all that she knew the story’s protagonist had clearly survived being in that scrape, Carm was also quite caught up by the story.
“And what did you do?” She breathed, her exhale cooling the tea poised at her lips. “Or indeed, what did she do?”
No, she would definitely have been just as foolhardy as he, especially if the person holding her at knifepoint turned out to be a daring, probably dashing, cross-dressing bandit. For all that she knew the story’s protagonist had clearly survived being in that scrape, Carm was also quite caught up by the story.
“And what did you do?” She breathed, her exhale cooling the tea poised at her lips. “Or indeed, what did she do?”
